Hurting Poem by mark anthony st. rose
Hurting
I have hurt so many times,
that my tears have frozen
silver upon my cheeks,
as failing arms failed to comfort
weak moments alone I embrace
like the hugs of invisible wind.
I face the pains of sin
and uncover the falsities of its dress.
Yes, I uncover the falsities of its dress.
Now ceases the hurts and guilt,
my essence enliven my body tilt
and I am free!
free evermore from sin and sad tears.
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